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death/a poem

Updated on July 8, 2012

Death

Death



My darkest hour is upon me, and my heart is beating so fast, my soul trembles in terror as the shadow of death walks past.


I turn and look away, hoping he won’t see, the deep consuming fear that begins to paralyze me.


With a touch a soft as a feather, he traces my burning tears, come, and I’ll give you peace, he whispers in my ear.


I can take away the pain that has haunted you so long, and all the dreams that torment you, like the sadness they will be gone.


All the torment will fade from your heart; I can calm the chaos that tears your soul apart.


Why are you afraid to take me by the hand? I am the only one that can take you to the promise land.


Each one will run, trying to get away, buy all will surrender to the one called death some day.

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      Charles Dawson 4 years ago from Virginia Beach, VA

      Even through the subtleties, the imagery in this poem is quite vivid to me. I like it. Good write!

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